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It was a cold, windy night in the City of Vale. Few people could be seen hurrying through the streets, most of them either on their way home from work or simply wandering with nothing better to do. The night was quiet and the streets were dark, lit up only by the street lights and occasional shop which remained open at this hour.

A sleek, black sedan had parked in front of a dimly lit storefront - an agreed upon meeting point for a particular team of students. A man was standing by the car, leaning against the hood with a lit cigarette in his mouth, his face partially illuminated by the embers. When the team arrives, he unlocks the car and gets in without a word. Only when they climb in themselves does he lock the doors and turn to them, revealing a well-tanned, handsome man in his thirties. His maroon hair is slicked back and tied into a bun on the back of his head, and his eyes are covered by sunglasses which give him a somewhat intimidating appearance, further accentuated by the black suit and tie.

The man raises the glasses up, however, revealing a pair of pale yellow eyes which scan the group with an intense gaze. "Hm. Doesn't seem like I've picked up anyone I shouldn't have. Name's Mordred Royale," he introduces himself, giving a twi-finger salute to the group before starting the car and driving onto the road.

"Ride's not long, so don't feel the need to strap in. Silica's probably given you the rundown already, but I'll go over it for ya once more just in case. We're heading to an underground club, which we suspect is being run using our company's money. We're mostly going in just to scope things out, but, as it goes, our only chance at getting in was by putting forth a fighter," he points his head towards Akel, "and taking part in their fight club deal."

"Since they'd probably recognize me as a Royale if I talked to them or got rid of my disguise, we also needed someone to play manager," he points to Rachel. "Someone who could talk our way in. Don't know how they check people before letting them in, but so long as you tell them that 'Gram' sent you, it should be fine. Meanwhile Prism, you'll be acting as our entourage until you get the chance to split off. Once you do, you'll need to get into the back somehow and find out anything and everything you can about the organization, and most importantly - who's funneling funds into it. There's a camera in the glove compartment if you think you'll need it."

The car slows down as it closes in on a shoddy looking building on the edge of town, a large, burly man in a tank top standing by the entrance. Mordred turns to the group once more. "If you lot need to get acquainted with one another, do it now. Doubt you'll get the chance later," he says before lowering his sunglasses. Then, after a short pause, he asks: "Oh, and you two are from Beacon, right? Do you happen to know a kid named Reginald? He's my nephew."

« Last Edit: May 10, 2018, 01:07:18 PM by Walter »

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Razzmatazz Gele - 2nd Year warrior of happiness of Team ____. "Oh, I also like ____! Let's be friends!"

Janna Tarmac - 1st Year tank lady of Team DGTL. "Our job is to protect the innocent, and that's what I do."

Reginald Royale - 1st year snotty brat of team RBLS. "I'm telling father about this!"

Rufus Chocla - 2nd year freestyle rapper of team APRC. "Rap comes from the Soul, don't mess with the Flow, if you can't take no more, don't wait for Encore!"

Prism's approach isn't signaled by the click of heels as it normally is - instead, her approach is silent for once, hidden by rubber roles of a simple pair of ankle boots. The normally-bright bird has done down her colors for the night, donning a sleeveless black halter top that hugs her form, alongside a pair of similairly-colored jeans. A simple black leather jacket has been thrown over her shoulders to conceal her wings, and her hair's been pulled back - the short bob pulled back in a tuft of a high ponytail, nearly midnight-blue in the dim lights. The steel box on the back of her waist is there as always, and she has a hip pouch secured by several belts casual enough you'd never guess all her ammo was packed into there. She nods to Mordred as she approaches, and as the other two do, gets into the car without words.

She listens in interest as the situation is explained, turning her eyes to Akel and - Rachel, she guesses - reaching for the camera when it's mentioned. As the car pulls to a stop, she turns to the other two students - it's good to at least be on a first name basis with the other student before they all get into this. "Name's Prism Skylark, it's nice to meet you. Even if we don't get the chance to work together for long, I hope the mission goes smoothly."

She offers the newcomer a brief smile, before gesturing to the bat-faunus next to her. " Akel and I already know each other - we both go to Beacon. And Reginald? Reggie? I'm..." She visibly grimaces, shooting a look to Akel in reference to their previous... encounter with the youngest Royale. "Unfortunately acquainted. Our meetings have not gone smoothly."

Akel was glad to have someone that she had previously met on this mission even if they'd be separating soon enough. Which would have partially explained why the white-haired had her arms around the smaller girl as she looked around waiting for the vehicle to show up. As the sedan approached Akel hopped in behind Prism, rather having the option of sitting next to someone unfamiliar then be cut off by complete strangers.

Akel was grateful for the silence, her sword now resting between her legs as she thought about various circumstances that she would come across in the ring: aura or lack-of, weapons, arena setting, cover and elimination. While she didn't have an idea of the stage it was easing her mind to think about the possibilities that would have to end up in Akel taking a life.

"He has no mannerisms, thinks way too highly of himself, the only threat is the metaphorical venom he spits from his mouth and a condescending racist. You seem much more likeable and I wonder what went so wrong with him." Clapping her hands together Akel then brought a finger between her collar and her neck to feel the warmth of her gloves against her neck. "Does Prism wanna wish me luck before we head inside, maybe with a kiss?" the bat faunus smiled at Prism, a cheeky smile but a smile nonetheless.

There was always something to be said about meeting new people for the first time. Double that when said people knew each other already, and double that again when the third is somehow related via some kid who seems like an utter douchebag. Safe to say, Rachel was clearly the third (fourth?) wheel in the car. This, however, was one of the possibilities she had predicted in advance, as such not perturbed in the slightest.

After having climbed in the car and listened to their introductions (ooh, flirting) which resulted in a raise of her stalks in curiosity, she simply summoned Haku as an icebreaker, letting the yellow glowing hawk rest on her lap in a similar way that Akel rested her sword. Her own weapons were on her wrists, with no way to hide them--she went with the assumption that they were big decorative bangles. "Good to see people know each other already. Not surprised you lot don't know me--I hail from Mistral, and so does this beauty." The large hawk nuzzled its head against her palm in response. "Rachel Jonquil, at your service."

Mordred let out a short laugh at the girls' description of Reginald. "Yeah, that sounds like him. I had to teach the little shit for years, so I know how tough he can be to deal with. But, hey - if you'd have met me and Marvin back in the day, boy... We were worse, though for a whole different set of reasons."

The man then waited a short while for the group to get acquainted before speaking up again: "Cool bird. We should hurry now. We don't want to be late for the fight - I doubt they'd take kindly to that." He then dug through his pockets for a short while and produced a small earpiece, barely visible once inserted. He handed it to Prism.

"Try and keep me updated if you can. I have some guys on the inside already in case you need a distraction, so let me know if shit goes south. I'll try and stick with Rachel and keep talking to a minimum, though, so try and save that for emergencies. If everything appears to be set, well. I'm ready when you all are. Of course, if you do any more questions, shoot."

The man at the entrance had now taken note of the car, pulling out a handheld radio and uttering something into it before pocketing it once more, now staring intently at the vehicle. He was clearly waiting for someone to step out.

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Razzmatazz Gele - 2nd Year warrior of happiness of Team ____. "Oh, I also like ____! Let's be friends!"

Janna Tarmac - 1st Year tank lady of Team DGTL. "Our job is to protect the innocent, and that's what I do."

Reginald Royale - 1st year snotty brat of team RBLS. "I'm telling father about this!"

Rufus Chocla - 2nd year freestyle rapper of team APRC. "Rap comes from the Soul, don't mess with the Flow, if you can't take no more, don't wait for Encore!"

"I'll gladly wish you luck Akel, but I'm afraid my kisses are reserved for someone else." The hummingbird's words are teasing in tone despite the pretty blush on her cheeks, but she casts Akel a smile anyways. Turning to Rachel, she looks on in interest at falcon resting in her lap, her smile quirking up at the sight of another bird. "Oh, impressive semblance. How many other animals do you have in your arsenal?'

She turns to Mordred as he makes his final remarks about Reggie, snorting in amusement as even his own Uncle disapproves of him."I'm glad to know we're not the only ones who deal with his difficulties. On that note, maps, a layout of the building, or anything like that if you have them - forwards them to my scroll. Once I get behind the scenes, I don't wan't to lose time wandering uselessly." Prism adds the final sentence a bit more seriously, reaching for the earpiece and sliding it safely into place. She glances out, observing the man muttering into the radio, and reaches for the car door's handle. "We should maybe get moving - they're starting to get expectant."

"While I would dearly love to show you, I doubt summoning them in this car would be a wise decision." Rachel stated matter-of-factly, de-summoning the hawk and letting the Aura flow back into her own body. "If things go sideways, as they might do, I do believe you will see them first-hand, however."

Letting her gill stalks flare out at the same time as she stretches her body, they nevertheless quiver a little at the thought of infiltrating an enemy base. No first plan survives contact with the enemy, they say. Well, she had more than one. "Ready to go on your mark, you two. Stop flirting with each other lest either of you get too...distracted during the mission."

"I think balance is important, besides the mission starts as soon as we exit this car, we could drive away and nothing would be questioned." Akel's ears picked up on the activation of the radio and the words he said, deciding that it would be best to go before they looked too suspicious, Akel made her way out first, taking her weapon and resting it on her hip by use of her magnetic sheath.

"Just a moment." Akel said as she turned her head and looked at the what she assumed to be a security guard.

"We don't have an exact layout, but we do have a general idea - somewhere in there, there's the fighting ring and spectator seats, a place for the managers to sit, shit like that. Off to the side would be the preparation area for the fighters - you might be able to get backstage if you find a way in there. Tagging along with Akel might do it."

He nodded as Akel got out of the car, stepping out soon after. The bat faunus would have heard nothing too suspicious from the guard - he had simply reported the car parked in front of the club. He raised his hand in a 'halt' gesture, stepping closer to the group as they got out of the car.

The man, easily two meters in height and half as wide, stared the group down with his coal black eyes. "Who are you, and what business do you have?" He grunted out, his voice as deep as his eyes were dark.

At this moment, another car drove up, stopping a few meters away from the sedan. Mordred's ride was expensive, sure, but this one seemed like it'd cost as much as half an airship, and upon closer look one would find that the entire thing was covered in armored plates, its toned windshield made of bulletproof glass.

The car stood where it was for a short while, its motor still running, before a figure stepped out from the passenger side - a 20-something woman in an indigo suit, sporting a black bowlcut. The woman stepped towards the back of the car, staring the group down and waiting for the result of their interaction with the guard, her hand resting on the handle of the back door.

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Razzmatazz Gele - 2nd Year warrior of happiness of Team ____. "Oh, I also like ____! Let's be friends!"

Janna Tarmac - 1st Year tank lady of Team DGTL. "Our job is to protect the innocent, and that's what I do."

Reginald Royale - 1st year snotty brat of team RBLS. "I'm telling father about this!"

Rufus Chocla - 2nd year freestyle rapper of team APRC. "Rap comes from the Soul, don't mess with the Flow, if you can't take no more, don't wait for Encore!"

Climbing out of the car shortly behind Akel, Rachel strode up to the security guard with a natural walk that gave all the impressions of someone who was acquainted with the cut and jib of the place. "Don't mind this one, she's a bit new to all this." She stated casually, indicating Akel to the side of her with a wave of her hand. "Still, you're just doing your job, so I'll keep this simple - Gram sent us." she continued, noting the arrival of the new, fancy car out of the corner of her eye. "Oh, and one more in the car, she's our entourage. Party of four." Despite the confident glamour she put on, her stalks were on end--clearly she felt tense and nervous, and hoped to high heaven the guard didn't notice or paid little attention to.

Prism's the last out of the car, following behind Rachel silently. She's hear to get back stage, to disappear - so all she does is nod to the doorman as Rachel confirms a party of four, playing along. As far as he knows, she's just a silent groupie.

What's really curious is the woman that's pulled up behind them. Prism barely spares them a glance towards the noise, but scopes out what she can - young woman, funky haircut... and a really expensive ride. Whoever's in that thing has money to burn, or at least wants to spend it on someone.

Akel was about to answer but let Rachel go ahead since she was her "manager", choosing to silence herself as she wrapped her arms around Prism, being mindful of her wings and being careful about where she walked. "You ready to watch me fight, I'm going to knock them flat." For someone who didn't know Akel her eagerness to actually start fighting might've come off as strange and even brutish but, to Akel she saw it as competitive learning VERY competitive learning.

Unlike the girl Akel was currently hugging, the bat faunus eyed the lady with the rather strange haircut, it wasn't really her taste. A casual wave to the girl before turning her head forward as she waited to be allowed in by the security guard.

The man stared at Rachel with his dark eyes a moment longer in silence - then, briefly, the eyes lit up with a bright green aura. Rachel could even feel a slight tingle as hiz gaze seemed to pierce through her, as if looking for something. He scratched his cheek with a stubby, thick finger, before speaking up: "Hrm. Gram... Gram sent you."

It seemed that the man was mulling something over in his head, while the woman next to the car squinted towards Akel. Moments later, though, the back door opened and out stepped a man in a black suit, a loose tie hanging around his neck. What might draw one's attention at first, however, would be an eyepatch covering his left eye. There was a grin on his face as he sauntered over to the guard, the woman following shortly after. The car's engine stopped, though the driver side door remained closed.

"Ah, Peter, good to see ya! Guessing she's our new fighter?" the newcomer asked, wrapping an arm around the larger man's shoulders - well, shoulder. He was noticeably shorter.

"Hrm. They say so, that Gram sent them. I do not trust -" Peter started speaking, producing a scroll from his pocket.

"Ah, great. Ain't it just the devil's own luck we'd get a new fighter after all that's happened? I gotta tell ya, I don't think I was the only one worried about our plans fallin' apart tonight. Glad to see you could make it, though," the man directed the last part towards Akel and the rest of the group. He then patted the large man on the back before removing his hand.

"Don't keep 'em held up for too long, Peter, don't want them missing the fight. Oh, and cancel my previous bet. I'll go 500 on the new girl," he added before heading towards the entrance, giving Peter a wave over his shoulder. The large man blinked, seemingly confused before shrugging mostly to himself. He then turned to the group with a nod.

"You're free to go inside. Someone'll show you around shortly," the man grunted out before returning to his post next to the door. Throughout the entire interaction, Mordred had remained entirely silent and still, but he now stepped forward, gesturing for the girls to lead the way.

Once they'd step through that door, the show would have to begin.

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Razzmatazz Gele - 2nd Year warrior of happiness of Team ____. "Oh, I also like ____! Let's be friends!"

Janna Tarmac - 1st Year tank lady of Team DGTL. "Our job is to protect the innocent, and that's what I do."

Reginald Royale - 1st year snotty brat of team RBLS. "I'm telling father about this!"

Rufus Chocla - 2nd year freestyle rapper of team APRC. "Rap comes from the Soul, don't mess with the Flow, if you can't take no more, don't wait for Encore!"

"Pressure. Fun." was all the girl said bluntly, she knew that bets were going to be a part of this but would have preferred didn't openly say that he was betting on her, let alone the actual amount. Still, she was prepared to fight and that was all that she needed to do.

Akel let her right arm rest against her sword as she stopped hugging Prism, hoping there wasn't any lunatics in the arena or any former huntsman/huntresses. "Come on girls... and dude. I wanna fight and get my blood pumping." Akel said as she went through the doors to whatever awaited her inside.

Prism's eyes widen only slightly as Akel's arms are wrapped around her, glancing upwards at the bat faunus with the barest red blush on her cheeks - but it's quickly sidelined as Prism's attention jerks back to the conversation with the newcomer and the man guarding the door. The dude who tried to interrogate them - the flash in his eyes was probably a semblance trick, so he definitely had aura training. Something to look out for.

Eyepatch, though - likely some bigshot if he had that escort, and could get them through the door. Bowlcut was also a source of concern, but less so right now, but with that glare of hers, she was definitely paying close attention. And seriously, after all that's happened? Especially about getting a new fighter so soon? Just what had happened recently?

Prism drops behind the fighter as Mordred moves to the side, following her into the club - throwing a glance back to Rachel for affirmation.